Chapter Four

Carver

T he sizzle of bacon fills the kitchen as I flip it over, golden and crispy just how Lena said she likes it. Personally, I prefer mine burnt. But what my little angel wants, she gets.

She's perched in a chair at the table, her green eyes wide as she watches me cook for her. Those eyes have been on me all morning. She's fucking adorable, staring like she can't look away.

"What's your favorite color?" she asks, tilting her head to one side. She's been doing that all morning too, peppering me with questions as if she's determined to learn every single thing there is to know about me.

I guess that's what I get for not letting her come before I hauled her out of bed to feed her. She's much more docile after she's had an orgasm. But if I'm going to be her daddy, I'm going to do it right. As much as I want to fuck her every moment of the day, her needs come before my own.

"Black," I reply, cracking eggs into the hot pan.

"Like your soul?" she teases, making me chuckle.

"Exactly like my soul, little angel." The edges of the eggs bubble up, and I flip them, letting them cook for another minute or two.

She bounces in her seat, eager for another tidbit. "And your favorite food?"

"Anything you eat straight from my hand," I say, giving her a hot look.

She gulps, blushing as her gaze drifts from mine. But the smile dancing at her lips tells me she loves that answer.

I have a feeling no one has ever taken care of her the way she deserves. She laps up any little bit of attention as if she's starving for it. I'm guessing her grandfather has been too busy building his empire to notice that she requires a soft hand and a softer toucher. That pisses me off.

"You mentioned that you have a cousin," I say, trying to learn more about her. "Are you two close?"

"He's my best friend," she chirps. "Our grandfather raised us both, so he's basically my older brother."

"What happened to your parents, pretty angel?" I slide the eggs onto a plate, next to the bacon and two slices of buttered toast.

"Plane crash," she says quietly, and my fucking heart clenches. "They were flying back from New York and the plane got hit by lightning. Everyone on board died."

"Jesus," I mutter.

"I barely remember them," she whispers. "I was just little. It was harder for Dalton. He was thirteen. He remembered his parents."

"His parents were on the plane too?"

She bobs her head in a nod. "Gramps took us both in and raised us both. He could have hired nannies or let us go to foster care, but he raised us himself, said it's what our parents would have wanted."

Maybe the old man isn't so bad, after all. Foster care is no place for a sweet little thing like her. I know from experience. I grew up that way.

"He and your cousin don't get along?" I ask, removing the hot pan from the burner.

"They do, but he's set in his ways," she says softly. "And Dalton is just as stubborn. Gramps expects him to marry before he takes over the company, and Dalton doesn't agree with this plan. So…fireworks." She grimaces, her nose scrunching. "Lots and lots of fireworks."

"Ah," I say. No wonder she wanted to escape. I wouldn't want to be caught in the middle of that shitstorm, either. Trying to force a man to get married before he's ready? That's a goddamn hornet's nest.

"What about you?" she asks.

"I'm not taking over a company, little angel," I tease, carrying our plate to the table.

She huffs an adorable breath. "I meant your family, Carver. Where are they? Are you close? What do they do?"

"They eat breakfast when it's ready instead of asking so many questions," I say, not sure I have the heart to tell her how I grew up. Her world and mine are light years apart. She's a pretty little princess. I'm the fucking pauper who doesn't deserve to put his filthy hands on her. I have no family, no home, and no roots. All I've ever had was whatever family wanted the check they got for keeping me for a while, and then the military.

She bounces up out of her seat with a little squeak, scurrying around the table toward me. Her soft body molds to mine as I drag her down onto my lap.

Her lush curves fit perfectly against me. Holding her like this feels right, natural. Jesus Christ. Everything about her feels like heaven.

My hand trembles slightly as I lift a piece of bacon to her lips. She doesn't ask a single question or hesitate. She bites down, her mouth closing over my fingers, and a surge of possessiveness washes over me.

"Good girl," I murmur, watching her chew as my cock turns to steel against her round ass. There's something profoundly satisfying about feeding her, about seeing her nourished by my hand. The intimacy of it is intoxicating.

"Tell me," she says after a moment, her voice muffled by the toast I just fed her. "Have you always been so…in control?"

"Since the day I joined the military," I admit. "I found purpose in discipline."

"Discipline, huh?" She giggles, licking a crumb from her lip. She wiggles on my lap, and the innocent action sends heat coursing through my veins. "I wouldn't know a thing about that."

"Careful, or you'll get more of it than you bargained for," I warn, my voice a deep rumble

"Is that a threat or a promise, Daddy?" she whispers, and fuck if I don't love this bratty, playful side of her just as much as every other side of her she's revealed to me.

"Both," I growl.

Her laughter peals across the room, making my goddamn chest ache.

Every thought I have orbits around this woman, her happiness, her safety, her pleasure. She's quickly becoming the center of my universe, and goddamn if I don't want to keep it that way.

Her endless questions continue between bites, and I find myself answering every single one. Right up until we circle back to my time in the military.

"You were a Ranger?"

"I was." I scoop the last bite of egg up onto our fork, holding it out to her.

She leans forward, pulling it into her mouth. Her eyes tangle with mine as she chews thoughtfully and then swallows. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Being a Ranger or life in the military?"

"Both, I guess."

"I suppose," I say. "It wasn't easy, but it's all I've ever known. Life outside is more complicated than life inside."

"Then why retire?"

"It was time."

"Why?"

"It was just time, little angel."

She sits quietly for a moment, processing my answer, and then she sighs softly. "Something happened that made you retire, didn't it? Something bad?"

"Yes," I growl. "But we aren't talking about that, Lena."

"Okay," she whispers, squirming around on top of me. A second later, one arm curls around me and then the other. She fucking hugs me as if she's trying to put pieces of me back together again.

It's so sweet, so fucking perfect, that I can't breathe for a minute. I can't even think . All I know, all I feel is her everywhere, consuming every piece of me.

I stand abruptly, hauling her up with me. The chair scrapes against the wooden floor—a sharp counterpoint to the soft whisper of her breathing.

She looks at me with those wide, green eyes, her lips parting in surprise. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I growl, my gaze locking onto hers as need churns through me in a black cloud. "But it's time for you to be on your knees."

Her breath hitches, a flush creeping up her cheeks. The pulse at the base of her throat flutters as excitement fires through her, but she doesn't move to obey. She's frozen in place, staring at me.

"It wasn't a request, little girl. On your knees now," I growl, my cock so fucking hard it hurts. "We're going to play a game."

"W-what game, Daddy?" she whispers, staring up at me with wide eyes. Christ, she looks exactly like an angel. Except no angel I've ever heard of moans for Daddy like she does. Hell, I doubt one could ride my fucking face like she did last night, either.

"We're going to see how far down your throat you can fit Daddy's cock before you choke." I push against her shoulder with a firm hand.

"Daddy, we can't do that," she gasps, her eyes flying wide open as she plays innocent. Goddamn, she's a little cocktease, taunting and worshipping at the altar of my control. She falls into being my little girl with her whole soul, as if she were born to do it. Half the time, I'm not entirely sure if she's playing the role or if she's really this fucking sweet and innocent.

"We can do whatever the fuck I say we can, pretty baby. On your knees before I decide to punish you instead."

She immediately drops to her knees at my feet, looking up at me sweetly. Her innocence clashes with the raw hunger coursing through my veins until I feel dizzy with desire, drunk on her.

"Now," I command, my voice steady despite the need clawing at my insides. "Take Daddy's dick out, pretty baby."

Her hands move hesitantly to the waistband of my sweats, her fingers trembling as she tugs at the fabric. I watch, captivated as she pulls them down just far enough for my cock to spring free. She's careful not to touch me, as if she instinctively knows that's not part of the game yet. But her sweet little gasp makes my balls throb.

"Such a good girl," I murmur, stroking a hand through her hair. My fingers tangle in the dark tresses as I guide her closer, watching the way her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Touch it, Lena," I command, my voice rumbling from deep within my chest. "Wrap your hand around it and stroke it for Daddy."

She reaches out with one hand, her fingertips grazing the head of my cock. Her touch is light, too light for my liking, but this isn't about what I want or need, not right now. This is about showing her what makes me tick, about teaching her how to handle me.

"Good girl," I breathe when she slowly wraps her fingers around my shaft, her grip firmer now. "Now stroke."

She jumps at the command but does as she's told. Her hand moves up and down in tentative strokes that nearly drive me fucking insane.

It takes everything I have not to pry that perfect mouth open and fuck her pretty little face until she's swallowing every drop. But that isn't part of the game. I don't want to take what I want. Coaxing her into giving it to me is what makes my goddamn balls throb.

If that makes me a bastard, so be it. This is what she's turned me into. No one else makes me feel this way. In forty fucking years, she's the only one who has ever tempted me like this, who has ever made me need this. If I'm depraved, it's because those wide green eyes and sweet smile made me that way.

"That's it," I encourage, watching intently as she jerks me off. Every pass of her fingers sends shivers coursing through me. Every twitch of her wrist has my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Does it feel good, Daddy?" she asks softly, those wide, innocent eyes locked on my face.

"So fucking good," I growl, struggling to contain the hunger thrashing inside me like a caged beast.

"C-Can I taste it now?" she whispers. And goddamn, if that isn't the sweetest fucking thing I've ever heard.

"Yes," I growl, my fingers tightening in her dark hair as I guide her closer. "Be a good little cocksucker for Daddy now."

She leans forward, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes me into her mouth. I hiss through gritted teeth, the feel of her pouty lips sliding down my shaft nearly sending me over the edge.

"Fuck," I groan, my hips involuntarily bucking up into her mouth.

Her throat closes around me as she gags slightly. The sight is sinful—Lena, on her knees, gagging sweetly on my cock.

"Y-you're so big," she murmurs against me, her voice vibrating down my shaft as she pulls back slightly to breathe.

"Keep going, pretty baby," I instruct, my voice hoarse. "Let Daddy see those beautiful eyes water."

She obeys without question. As she works me deeper, her drool slicks over my balls, her dedication to pleasing me chipping away at my restraint.

"Look at you," I breathe. She's a vision of debauchery, made for this—for me. "Such a pretty little cockwhore for Daddy. You were made for this, weren't you?"

Her response is a muffled moan, a vibration that sends lava coursing through me with every beat of my heart. She's a natural, her naivety giving way to an eagerness to learn, to serve, to please.

"Take it all," I urge, feeling the edge of my control fraying. "You look like heaven choking on me, Lena."

She looks up at me and whimpers, her eyes watering and her cheeks pink.

The kitchen fades away, the world narrows down to the sight of her on her knees, the heat of her mouth, and the plea in her eyes.

I can't hold back anymore, not when her lips are coaxing the truth from my body, her tongue spilling secrets I never knew I had to tell.

I yank her up from the floor suddenly, desperate to claim every inch of her, to fucking drown in her. With a sweep of my arm, our plate crashes to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.

"Carver!" she cries out, surprised but pliant as I lay her out on the cold table. She claws at my shoulders, writhing and moaning.

"Shh, little angel," I murmur, wasting no time ripping her panties off and diving between her shaking thighs. Fuck. The taste of her is intoxicating, a sweetness I already crave more than air.

I devour her, relentless as I fuck her with my tongue, licking up every sweet drop she spills for me. Her gasps fill the room as I trace every fold of her cunt.

I push her thighs further apart, groaning at the sight of her glistening pussy. It's so fucking pink and perfect.

"Look at you," I groan, "fucking soaked for Daddy."

A choked cry slips past her lips as my fingers slide inside her, pumping in rhythm with my tongue. I feel her inner walls clenching around me, desperate for more.

I drag my gaze from her cunt to meet those wide green eyes. There's a wildness there now—need and want tangled together in one deliciously perverse display.

"Is this what you need, little girl?" I ask. "Do you need Daddy to fill your sweet little pussy?"

She nods quickly, a frantic whimper escaping her as she tugs at my hair. "Y-yes. Yes, please!"

My cock throbs painfully. The sight of her spread out for my taking is driving me wild. I trace a path from her dripping cunt to her puckered little asshole.

"I'm going to taste every inch of you, little girl."

Her hips jerk off the table at the unexpected pleasure, but I press her down, enjoying the way she jerks and wiggles under me.

"Such a perfect little ass just for me," I murmur with a smirk, earning another whimper from her as she pulls my hair, squirming desperately.

I spread her wide open, giving me full access to both her wet pussy and tight asshole. They both belong to me, and I fully intend to gorge myself on both.

I press my tongue against the tight ring of muscle, teasing her with the tip of it. The feel of her clenching around nothing at all has me throbbing.

I push further, prodding at her tiny, puckered rosebud.

Her squeals echo in the kitchen as I delve deeper.

"Such a tight little asshole, Lena," I growl against her skin as I slip my finger into her dripping pussy again. "So perfect for Daddy to play with."

"It…it feels so good," she gasps, clutching at the sides of the table.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers, pretty baby. Make yourself come."

Her thighs tremble and shake as I fuck her with my fingers and torment her asshole with my tongue. Her hips grind down onto my hand, her cries growing louder, shriller.

"That's right, little girl," I murmur, my voice a rasp of pure fucking sin. My God. The things I want to teach this girl. "Just let go for me."

Her body tenses, her eyes wide and unblinking as they lock onto mine. Her lips part, a ragged gasp escaping her as she rides the edge of ecstasy.

I speed up my movements, my fingers pumping into her pussy, my tongue swirling around her twitching asshole.

She shatters with a keening cry, my name breaking from her lips as her entire body arches up from the table. I watch in awe as pleasure sweeps her away. The way she clenches around my fingers, the broken cries that echo through the kitchen, the pure fucking unadulterated ecstasy etched onto her face is intoxicating.

"Please, Daddy, please," she whimpers, her voice breaking as she reaches for me, still trembling in the throes of her orgasm. "I need you inside me. Please. Please."

Her begging is my undoing. I rear up over her, clamping a hand down over her mouth to silence her pleas as I position myself at her entrance.

Her wide eyes meet mine, dazed and glossy with pleasure. A question in them.

"You aren't supposed to let anyone hear you begging for Daddy to put a baby in you, little girl," I rasp. "It's our little secret."

Pure fucking delight blooms in her expression, and she moans against my hand.

I run my other down her body, touching every inch of her—reveling in her softness, her sweetness. Christ, I could spend hours just touching her. Every dimple, every roll, every stretch mark is precious to me…and sexier than anything I've ever seen before. She's my little girl, with the body of a siren, luring me to the shores of desperation and depravity. And I'll go wherever she leads, willingly.

I lean down, claiming her lips in a soft kiss, my heart pounding like a wild drumbeat. It feels lodged in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Or maybe that's emotion choking me. I don't fucking know. All I know for sure is this: I've never had anything worth keeping before now, but I'll kill to keep her. She's not just my little girl. She's everything.

"I'm s-scared, Daddy," she whispers against my lips.

"Don't be scared, pretty baby." I brush my lips over hers in a soft pass, and then kiss her flushed cheeks. Her eyelids. Her forehead. "Daddy will take care of you."

"P-promise?"

I could give her the simple promise she requested, but I don't. I curve my hand around her jaw, tipping her head back until her eyes meet mine.

"You're the only little girl I've ever had," I murmur gently. "The only one I've ever wanted. I waited for you, Lena. Daddy won't ever do anything to hurt you. Understand?"

"Daddy," she whispers, her eyes wide and trusting, full of awe.

I brush my lips against hers again, dragging her leg up over my hip. "Are you ready to take Daddy now, little girl?"

"Yes," she moans.

Slowly, carefully, inch by agonizing inch, I sink into her tight virgin pussy. Her cunt wraps around me in a fiery grip, drawing a groan from deep in my chest. I grit my teeth, fighting against the heady rush of pleasure threatening to drag me under.

Her eyes go wide, a small gasp escaping her lips as she feels me inside her for the first time. Her hands clutch at my back, her nails digging into my skin as she adjusts to my size. But I see it in her eyes—pleasure so intense it has her pushing back against me, trying to take more of me.

I give her what she wants, pushing deeper.

Her barrier gives way—proof that she's mine in every way. Her soft cry echoes around the kitchen, binding me to her in a way that can't ever be undone.

"Mine," I growl against her ear as I pull her into my arms, sitting back in a chair with her stretched around me. Her body bounces in my lap, another soft cry escaping her lips as I slip deeper. "You're all mine, little angel."

Her head falls back, her lips parted. She clings to my shoulders, her legs spread obscenely around my hips. "Yes, yes," she moans. "All yours."

I'm lost in her, in the heat of her and her surrender. There's no going back. Not now, not ever.

I drag her mouth down to mine, kissing the hell out of her as I begin to move, showing her what it means to fuck.

"Feel Daddy filling you up? You're so tight, so perfect. Made for me to fuck, aren't you?"

She nods, tears of pleasure streaking down her cheeks as her body clenches around me.

Each thrust is agonizingly slow, deliberately measured to ratchet up the pleasure. I want her to feel every inch of me as I plunge deeper, carving out a space for myself inside her. I want her slick and soft around me, begging to be used.

"Take it all, little girl," I grunt in her ear, my voice harsh with need. "You're going to take all of Daddy's cock and love every inch."

I drag myself from her depths, leaving her empty and aching, only to slam back into her.

"Daddy!" she squeals, her nails leaving red trails down my shoulders.

"You feel that? That's my cock making you mine."

"Yours," she breathes, a dreamlike quality to her voice that has my balls churning.

I watch the pleasure flicker across her face as I bury myself in her over and over again, bouncing her on my cock. Her beautiful face scrunches up with each thrust until raw, unfiltered pleasure washes over her in waves.

She throws her head back and screams my name as her walls clench around me, milking my cock for all it's worth.

I groan a curse, fighting like hell not to come yet as her inner walls ripple all up and down my shaft.

"Daddy," she moans through it.

A surge of pure possession courses through me.

"Tell me how good it feels, Lena," I demand, wrapping a hand around her throat and applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"It feels so good," she gasps between thrusts. "I…I…"

I capture her lips again in a savage kiss, swallowing her words as hunger claws at my chest.

"You're so fucking tight around me," I grit out against her skin. "Look at you taking all of Daddy's cock like a good little girl."

Her breath hitches, her eyes growing wide at my words.

"You ready to see how dirty you can be?" I whisper against her ear, stopping all movement to draw out the anticipation.

A soft whimper escapes her as she nods, squirming in search of friction that I'm denying her.

"Christ. I love the way your cunt stretches around my cock," I confess with a growl, my cock twitching inside of her. "But I want more, Lena. I want to fuck the innocence out of you."

She sobs wordlessly in response, shivering on top of me.

I allow my hand to glide down her body, tracing the roundness of her belly before coming to rest on her thick thighs. My finger teases along the crease where her thigh meets her ass, wet with our combined arousal.

"You need to be filled completely, don't you?" I murmur, my voice dropping an octave as the desire to fill every one of her holes roars to life. I don't just want to fuck this girl. I want to consume her, obsess her until me and my cock are all she thinks about. Until the thought of leaving here is an impossibility to her. "Do you trust Daddy?"

Her eyes are wide, but there's a spark of excitement in them that I can't ignore. She may be innocent, but she's so fucking eager.

"Y-yes," she whispers, her entire body trembling beneath me.

I probe lightly at her little asshole with the tip of my finger, feeling her shudder and tense.

"Relax for me, pretty baby," I croon in her ear, soaking my finger in her slick juices before plunging it into her tight hole.

I swallow her gasp of surprise as I resume pounding into her. Her pussy tightens around me as I set a punishing rhythm, making sure she feels every single inch of me.

"That's it. Take it," I groan. "Feel that? That's how Daddy makes his dirty little slut feel so fucking full."

I watch as her eyes flutter shut in ecstasy, wicked pleasure wracking her body. She was made for this—every inch of her succumbing to my touch, my control.

Her gasp fills the room as I start to fuck her ass slowly with my finger while pounding into her dripping cunt with my cock.

"Tell me how much you love being Daddy's dirty little slut," I order when she clenches around me.

"I-I love it…so much…" she gasps between moans.

"Good girl. Now, let Daddy show you how much he loves taking care of his little girl…" I pant, my voice a low rumble as I drive into her, possessing her, desperate to make her feel so good she never forgets this.

I'm everywhere then, pumping into her until she can't breathe, can't think, can't move without feeling me. I slam into her again and again, driving her out of her mind with pleasure.

She lets out a shuddering moan, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body tightens. I feel her teetering on the edge, the tightness in her body screaming at how close she is.

"Come for me," I command, nipping her earlobe. "Soak Daddy's cock with that little girl cream so I can breed you, pretty baby."

That's all it takes to make her scream. Her body convulses around me as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. She unravels beneath me, and there's not a fucking sight on Earth more beautiful.

"Carver…Daddy," she gasps once her climax recedes, her face buried in the crook of my neck as she pants for breath.

"There's my good girl," I murmur into her ear, my own climax building fast. "Feeling you come all over Daddy's dick has me so fucking close. Ride me into heaven, little girl."

She groans, pulling herself upright in my arms. I keep my finger lodged in her ass, fucking her with it as I wrap my free hand around her waist, helping to balance her.

Her thighs clamp around mine, her nails digging into my shoulders as she begins to rock, slowly at first, and then faster. She bounces on my lap, her ass landing against my thighs with a soft smack, her tits bouncing in my face.

"Going to fill you up with my seed, little angel," I pant, my voice a low rumble as I drive into her. "Make sure you're nice and pregnant with Daddy's baby."

Her eyes glaze over, the words triggering something deep within her. She leans forward, pressing her forehead against mine as she rides me faster, harder. "Yes. Oh god, yes…Daddy."

"That's it. Ride your Daddy's cock," I growl, pushing my finger deeper in her ass. The added stretch draws a high keening noise from her, but there's no discomfort in her face, only pure fucking rapture.

Her breathing becomes ragged, her body writhing atop me with a sweet desperation. "I'm…I'm going to—"

"Do it, little girl," I pant. "Give Daddy one more."

She squeals as another orgasm rocks through her body, spilling onto my cock in a hot rush. Her pussy clenches tightly around me, milking me for all I have.

"Yes! Oh, fuck!" I roar as my own orgasm slams into me like a freight train. I hold her down on me, my cock jerking as I spill deep inside her unprotected womb again and again. The release goes on forever, the feel of her wrapped around me drawing every drop of cum from my body.

The primal satisfaction that wraps around me as I fill her belly with my seed—at the thought of breeding her just as I promised—is goddamn powerful. I hope to God she ends up pregnant, tied to me in every way.

She collapses against me, panting and trembling, the fight and fire of moments ago replaced with contented exhaustion. She's so damn beautiful, cuddled up against me, mewling in satisfaction, every inch of her flushed and coated with sweat.

My heart turns over in my chest, falling into her hands.

I watch as her eyelids flutter closed on a soft sigh. Within seconds, she's asleep with me still buried deep inside her, keeping my cum right where it belongs.

"Sleep, sweet angel." I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to my chest as my lips brush her temple and my goddamn heart threatens to explode out of my chest.

This woman, this tiny, incredible little thing has become everything. She's so fucking perfect. In every goddamn way, she's perfect.

Fierce protectiveness churns through me, turning obsession to slavish devotion. The way I feel about her transcends logic or reason. It's visceral, rooted in some part of me I didn't even know existed until I saw her standing in the bedroom last night, looking up at me with those wide green eyes.

"Mine," I whisper to her, to the room…to the fucking universe. She's mine, my little girl, my world. And I'm not letting her go. Not ever.